Lost Yet Found? Poem by Otha Gwabe

Old view, new visions
Old choices, new decisions
Same time, new hours
Same plant, new flowers

Same eyes, new lenses
Same borders, new fences
Old model, new changes
Old horizons, new ranges…

So confused by what I know
Lost my rhythm and my flow
Familiar looks so different
In myself slowly lose interest

Blunt steps now feel of thorns
Feel helpless like newborns
I feel old gears have new oil
Calm now what used to boil

I saw one path but had three
Still caged but feel more free
Empty but I feel fuller
Weak but now I feel stronger

Happy now feels warm
Clear sky instead of storms
Locked doors now open
A new world unbroken